Tessa held her cheek and stared blankly for a while. Then, she stuttered, "You... You hit me? How dare you!"

Raegan eyed her and replied, “Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness.”

Indeed, Raegan lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it.

Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected.

This was the first time she had been treated like this.

"You bitch!"

Tessa charged at Raegan Like a raging bull, raising her hand up high to return the slap.

This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so tightly that the latter couldn't move another inch.

Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, Tessa struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap.

Tessa cursed angrily, “How dare you put your filthy hands on me? Who the hell do you think you are? You are nothing but Mitchel's toy.

You are worse than a prostitute who fucks many men!"

These harsh words attracted more people to the break room.

"That's enough!"

Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo.

The entire room fell silent.

“Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him.

But when she remembered that Raegan slapped her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed.

"Mitchel, look at my face. She slapped me."

The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face.

Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to Look at the back of her arm which was scalded by the coffee.